Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[markofnobility]

Even someone like me would not keep count.

[But he starts to think of it. The scared faces of his people, and the people of the Kingdom and Alliance on the borders who's protectors he killed. They would not sing of him, or his army. If the Empire fell they would be the boogieman for generations of children after.

But... yes, he supposes some of those children were born because he stayed his hand when he could. It's a cold comfort. But a comfort regardless. And it shows on his face]

[latinumsbetter]

A villain wouldn't have tried to spare those people.

[markofnobility]

... perhaps not.

[He sighs, staring down at his lap]

[latinumsbetter]

[he elbows him a bit at that--not hard enough to hurt, but definitely more than a nudge] Definitely not.